She danced atop the truckand held her body tightto the air on either side of heras she shook. Her limbsa’ flailing in the summer nightand the stars above likewise, were swaying. Dimcelestial bulbs hanging from the black ceiling of the sky. The worldbecame very small all of a sudden and tunneledin on her, dancinglike a hillbilly nymphthat wandered out of the hills of American folkloreto stomp the hood of this Ford back into the dirt where it belonged.Men's eyes paraded, small and black, all over her body. Ants on a sweatywatermelon half at some picnic on the Fourth of July, there was the soundof fireworks going off in the distance.That, or gun shots.